I Don’t Believe in Destiny, But…

A friend just brought up the Myers-Briggs test in a conversation online, and, while I’ve done the test before, it’s been awhile since I’ve read the definition of my type. I’m an INFP – Introversion, iNtuition, Feeling, Perception. I’ve always tested fairly extreme in each of those categories. Looking at the Wikipedia page and its definition of INFPs, one description stands out to me:

INFPs are creative types and often have a gift for language. As introverts, they may prefer to express themselves through writing. Their dominant Feeling drives their desire to communicate, while their auxiliary intuition supplies the imagination. Having a talent for symbolism, they enjoy metaphors and similes.

So there you go. I’m hard-wired to be a writer or something. And it looks like I’m in very good company too. (seriously, Orwell, Poe, Lee, Rowling, Lovecraft, Shakespeare?) (Ignore Nicolas Cage and the sparkly vampire guy).

I still believe it’s something I work hard at. I certainly wasn’t born great, or even good, and I’ve put in hundreds and hundreds of hours over the years to learn and improve. But it’s cool to know that my aptitude for writing seems to be personality-based, and that there’s a reason why I spend half my waking hours building castles in the sky, and the other half trying to record them.